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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.