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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.