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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.