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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.