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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.