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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.