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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.