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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.