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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.