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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.