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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.