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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Lalann,
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.