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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Names,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.