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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.