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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub 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?
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
the Normal,
ABC,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.