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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.