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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
The Victims,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.