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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.