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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.