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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.