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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Index,
Crime,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.