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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.