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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.