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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.