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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Litter,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.