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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.