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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.