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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.