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 China and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.