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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.