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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
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.