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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
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.