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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Index,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.