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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.