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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.