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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
New Order,
Little Man,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.