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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.