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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.