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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.