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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.