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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Shoche,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.