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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.