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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
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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.