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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.