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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Technova to the disco 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Franke,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Busters,
AZ,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.