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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
the Normal,
Q65,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.