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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.