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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.