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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.