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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.