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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.