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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.