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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.