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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.