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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.