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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.