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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.