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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.