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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.