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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Busters,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.