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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.