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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.