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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.