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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.