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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.