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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.