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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.