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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.