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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.