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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.