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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.