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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.