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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
CMW,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
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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.