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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.