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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Franke,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.