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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
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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.