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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.