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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Ossler,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Main Source,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.