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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.