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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.