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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.