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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.