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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.