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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.