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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.