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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
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.