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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.