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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.