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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.