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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.