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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Zapp to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Move,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.