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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.