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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.