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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.