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 China and from Halifax.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.