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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.