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 Norway 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.