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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.