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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.