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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.