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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.