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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.