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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.