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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.