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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.