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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Television,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.