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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.