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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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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.