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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Can,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.