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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.