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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.