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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.