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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Organ,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.