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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Mars,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.