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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Maurizio 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.