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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.