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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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 Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.