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 Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.