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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.