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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.