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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.