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 China and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.