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 Iran 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.