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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.