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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.