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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.