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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.