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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.