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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.