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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.