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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.