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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.