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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.