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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.