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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Magma,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.