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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.