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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
The Index,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.