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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.