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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.