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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.