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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Organ,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.