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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.