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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Index,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.