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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.