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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.