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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.