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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.