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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.