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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.