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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.