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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.