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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 808 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.