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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
DNA,
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.