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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.