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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.