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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.