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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.