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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.