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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 KRS-One 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.