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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.