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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.