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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
X-101,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.