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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.