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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.