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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.