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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.