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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.