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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.