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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.