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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.