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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.