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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.