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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Japan,
cv313,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.