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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.