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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.