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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.