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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Smog,
a-ha,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.