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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Technova,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.