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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.