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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Magma 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.