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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.