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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.