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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.