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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.