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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.