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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.