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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
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.