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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Swans,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.