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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.