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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.