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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.