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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.