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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.