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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.