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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
UT,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.