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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.