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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.