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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.