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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.