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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.