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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.