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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.