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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.