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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
MDC,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.