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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.