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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
PIL,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.