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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.