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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.