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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.