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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Faust,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.