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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.