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 Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Tremeloes 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.