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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.