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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Television,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.