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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.