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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.