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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.