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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.