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 Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.