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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.