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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.