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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 New Christs to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.