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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.