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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Aswad,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.