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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.