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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.