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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.