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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.