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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.