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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.