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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Brick,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.