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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.