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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.