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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.