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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.