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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.