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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.