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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.