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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.