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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.