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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.