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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.