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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.