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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.