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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.