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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.