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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.