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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.