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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.