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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.