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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Nas,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.