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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Little Man 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.