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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.