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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.