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 Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.