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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.