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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
PIL,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.