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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.