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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Delta 5 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.