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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Scion to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Slave,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
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.