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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.