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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Fear,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.