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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.