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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.