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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.