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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.