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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.