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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.