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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.