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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.