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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.