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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.