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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.