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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Moebius,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.