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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
X-101,
JFA,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.