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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.