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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.