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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.