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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.