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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.