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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.