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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Swans,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.