Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.