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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.