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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.