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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Can,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.