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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.