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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.