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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.