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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Wire,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.