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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.