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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.