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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.