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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.