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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.