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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.