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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.