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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.