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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.