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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.