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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.