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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.