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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.