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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.