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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.