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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.