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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.