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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.