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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.