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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.