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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.