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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Gong,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.