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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.