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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Can,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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.