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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.