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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.