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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.