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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.