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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.