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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Moebius,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.