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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.