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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.