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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Wings,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.