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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.