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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.