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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.