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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Wire,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.