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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.