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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.