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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.