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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.