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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.