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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.