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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.