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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.