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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.