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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.