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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.