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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.