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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.