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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.