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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.