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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.