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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.