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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.