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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.