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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.