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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.