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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.