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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.