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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.