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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.