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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.