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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Franke,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.