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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.