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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Nico,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.