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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.