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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.