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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.