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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.