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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.