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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Magma,
DNA,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.