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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.