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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.