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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.