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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Swans,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.