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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.