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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.