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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.