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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.