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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.