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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.