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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.