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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.