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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Mars,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.