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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.