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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
MDC,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.