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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.