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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.