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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
June Days,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.