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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.