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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.