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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Crime,
Franke,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.