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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.