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 Ireland and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.