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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.