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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Magazine,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.