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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.