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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.