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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.