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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
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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.