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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Unwound,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.