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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.