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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Quantec,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.