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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.