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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
JFA,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.