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 Israel and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 kango's stein massive 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Ronan,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.