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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.