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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Evens to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.