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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.