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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.