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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.