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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.