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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.