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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Motorama 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.