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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Index,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.