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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.