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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Television,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.