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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.