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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Can,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.