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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.