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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.