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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.