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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.