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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.