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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.