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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.