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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Names,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.