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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.