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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.