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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.