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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.