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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.