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 Syria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
John Cale,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.