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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.