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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.