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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.