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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.