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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.