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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.