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 Burkina and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Nas,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.