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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.