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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.