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 India and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
PIL,
Gong,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.