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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.