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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.