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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.