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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.