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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.