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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.