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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.