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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.