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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.