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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Can,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.