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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.