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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.