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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.