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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Can,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Japan,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.