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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.