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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.