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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Index,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.