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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.