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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.