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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.