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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.