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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.