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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.