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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.