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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.