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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.