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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.