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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.