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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.