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 Cuba 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.