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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Pole,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.