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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.