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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.