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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.