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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.