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 India and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 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 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.