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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.