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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.