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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.