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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.