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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.