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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.