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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.