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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Crime,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.