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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.