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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.