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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.