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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.