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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.