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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.