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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.