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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.