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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.