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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.