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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.