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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.