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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.