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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.