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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.