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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.