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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.