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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.