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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Japan,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Nico,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.