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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.