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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.