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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Swans,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.