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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.