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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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?
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
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.