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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.