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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Rekid,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.