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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
UT,
Erasure,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.