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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
MDC,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.