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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Ronan,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.