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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.