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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.