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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.