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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Faust,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.