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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.